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The nightmare.
Of one I can't seem to form the words
to speak
the horror

Your first vision
is of A priest , by the water
the nets cold grey eyes
And then.
The eye of the storm.
I can feel
it
coming.

It is
in the
wind. It is
in us. You.
And I. We are.
Were. Am.

Was.
Loved.
To be in Love.
We were in love.
Beautiful
love. It fades now
through tears that begin to
lash the sides of the buildings like submachine
gunfire out on a lazy tiled afternoon In my memory
I am walking towards your home In my memory I worship the ground
simply because the ground bore you
You know me. I'm the one who wrote. The. Letter.

The Very. Specific. Valentine.

This storm comes to kill
this storm comes to destroy

and you and I alone Are Riders
You
Lithe Alive Me Wise Strong
And ride as only
a strong
ketch
triple reef

We remember
the day we became immortal
at least,
the day we knew we would become immortal

And yea, ok - immortal might mean 5,000 years
but it means:

nothing will kill me.
nothing on this earth.
no virus. no illness.
no mechanical breakdown of the body as a result of inflammation response awry.
no age related diseases.
no macular degeneration of the eye.
it's just thickening. cut it back.